Something twisted in Ahsoka's heart at the plea in Anakin's eyes, at the words and the recognition. She slid her hands into her pockets, to hide the shaking, but she couldn't hide the wetness in her own eyes. He hadn't said the word, but she'd heard it none-the-less.
"A long time ago, for me, and still as vivid as that day." She still remembered how still the air had felt, and how sure she was that her choice was the right one for her to take.
While she occasionally lamented all that she had lost, she knew in her heart of hearts that it had very much been the right choice. Even when she'd faced Anakin inside that temple. Maybe especially when that yellow eye had stared angrily at her.